The Same Routine

There’s a loud beeping noise
followed by blurry haze
this is what I get to look forward to
in all my upcoming days

The brushing taste sweet
the attires always green
the drink is often hot
keeping me down the same routine

The mileage adds up
the honking continues
my parking space changes
but always the same venue

The room sits quiet
and is never really clean
the work always piles up
keeping me down the same routine

Occasional visits
adding to my workload
but only dropping more off
then hitting the road

The blurry haze returns
from looking at a screen
it will never go away
if I continue down this same routine

The day is nearly over
my mind begins to roam
not looking forward to the same drive
But still getting ready to head home

Wanting a change
and looking for a different scene
but I still take the same way
and always the same routine

The door swings open
My hunger is fed
the lights then dimmed low
as I prep for bed

The voices are stronger
like a noisy machine
the brushing taste the same
Because it’s all the same routine